You--you don't mean to tell me that it's not there!" Burgess searched the pockets with a perfectly grave face.
"It ain't here; no, sir." Philip flung himself into the corner of his seat, making no effort to control his laughter: "Burgess," he managed to say, "the dear old days are returning already.

I'll stay here and read; you go forward and smoke that cigar.

Do you hear ?" "Yes, sir." Again, just as he had done every day since leaving camp, he reread Ailsa's letter, settling down in his corner by the dirty, rattling window-pane: "Everybody writes to you except myself.

I know they have told you that it is taking a little longer for me to get well than anybody expected.

I was terribly tired.